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Today marks the 70th Anniversary of Operation Overlord, known to us as D-Day. I was in Germany for the 60th Anniversary. It was a time to remember the sacrifices made by brave men of conviction, driving to triumph over the spread of certain evil. The operation was the start of that triumph. But as we all know, evil must constantly be kept at bay. Those brave young men did their part, just as our brave young men and women are doing theirs today. The only difference between 1944 and 2014 is how much our military today are being hampered in their efforts by our own government.
This week the headlines have been dominated by “Sgt.” Bowe Bergdahl’s release in exchange for five of the worst terrorists at Guantanamo Bay. Perusing the links at social sites, it is the most prevalent current event going on. Going out to major news websites, it is still the top story, some places surpass the D-Day observance with the Bergdahl release. Yes, the story is important and should be followed diligently. But the other stories haven’t gone away.
Boko Haram is still out there, killing in the name of their leader and god.
The Veterans Administration scandal is still unfolding.
The investigation into the Benghazi terrorist attack is still ongoing.
The NSA scandal is still simmering.
Our president has made Congress a vestigial organ of the government.
Sgt. Andrew Tahmooressi is still in a Mexican prison.
The insurgency is rising steadily in Iraq.
Iran is slithering closer to nuclear capability.
The Taliban is growing in both number and confidence.
China and Russia are playing Risk™, without the consent of their neighbors.
And far more is still going on. We have an event myopia. Our media carries along with a set of blinders and leaves the bifocals by the wayside. In so doing, they force the public to concentrate on the event du jour, and sometimes that event is some celebutard getting married to some race baiter. There was a time the media practiced journalism. It is now our job. There are many bouncing balls out there. Don’t let the media dictate which one you should watch.
Have we as a nation become so intellectually lazy that we believe a poster can change a virulent ideology?
Has diplomacy become a meme on the internet? It would appear so, from the look of this crap.
Frankly, I find this very troubling. What GOOD does a poster DO?? The people who abducted the nearly 300 girls in Nigeria DON’T GIVE A SHIT WHAT WE THINK. They want to kill, and maim, and rape, and abuse all in the name of their pissant of a god and for their own profit. Yes, profit. Slavery isn’t about subjugation. It’s about making money. And some stupid poster won’t do a damn thing to stop it. I have far more respect for Daryl Hannah, who has gone on her own fucking dime to hellholes in Thailand to rescue young women that have been sold for prostitution. Those metrosexuals pictured above want to “bring awareness” to the the global problem of the slave trade, but at the same time condemn their own fucking country for trying to stop the very fuckers that benefit from it. Sean Penn (net worth: $150 million) has no problem assaulting his (ex)wife, Ashton Kutcher (net worth: $140 million) has no problem cheating on his now-ex, and neither does Justin Timberlake (net worth: $115 million), probably because disrobing a female pop-star on TV sent him over the edge or something. Outside of their own personal demons, their political leanings tend to favor those who would turn a blind eye to this tragic practice.
Posing while you are on a set of your latest multimillion dollar venture does NOT impress me. It sickens me. All you have done is take five fucking minutes from your precious time and taken a vapid pic in all of your unshaven glory. It shows you for the intellectually shallow beings that y’all are.
You want to make a change? Make a difference? Then take your fucking money and GO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!
UPDATE COURTESY OF TIBERIUS!!!
It would be hilarious if it weren’t true.
One never knows what will set a woman off.
I was minding my own business yesterday, shopping for a dreaded dress to wear for my niece’s wedding (because she has told me in no uncertain terms no black, white, or dark colors. That leaves my entire closet out), when I hear a news clip about Senator Harry Reid (D- Nevada) calling those who stood with rancher Cliven Bundy “domestic terrorists“.
Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid said he believes the supporters who rallied around Nevada rancher Cliven Bundy in his fight against the federal government are “domestic terrorists” and Bundy does not respect his country.
Searching for a dress didn’t make me upset. Getting caught in a storm didn’t get me upset. Having to cater to my youngest because she doesn’t like my cooking didn’t get me upset. Being honked at by an impatient person who wanted my parking slot didn’t get me upset. Having five Mexican nationals cut in front of me at a store pretending they didn’t see me there and snickering about getting away with “cheating the gringa” didn’t get me upset.
Don’t worry. I called them on it. And smiled while doing so.
But this? This elitist dickwrinkle telling me that people who stand in opposition to more government control are domestic terrorists???
Listen, you disgusting excuse for pig offal, you are an elected official. You’re not royalty and the people of Nevada are not your subjects.
THEY ARE YOUR BOSSES.
YOU ARE THEIR SERVANT.
This is supposed to be a government of the people, for the people, and by the people. You seem to think it is a government for your personal use, to increase your graft and power over those who “don’t know any better”. Unlike you, you perverted whey-faced ass boil, the people still recall that. And because they know this bloated, debt-ridden government came with limits, and they have the utter nerve to call you on it, you decide they are terrorists? Words have meaning, you canker. Your ideological side has embraced the words of that illustrious Nobel Piss Prize winner, Yasser Arafat: one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter. Remember that, you twisted scrotum sac?
Well, guess what? This country has a metric fuckton of freedom fighters, and you just managed to wake a shitton more. Welcome to the party, pal, and yippey kay AY!!
Social sites are like a gory train wreck.
ZOMG!!! THE HUGE MANATEE!!! I JUST CAN’T LOOK AWAY!!!111ELEVENTY!!!
The drama is as rich as chocolate ganache poured over tiramisu that has been infused with three cups of Khalua™ after soaking in sweetened espresso. But unlike that delish tiramisu of my dreams, the drama is never ending.
I just don’t get it. Even the friends who are most stable and normal succumb to it. I don’t understand how it is that Person A can tell me, Person B, they are doing fine to my face, but 15 minutes later are posting about how their world has come to a screeching halt because Person B couldn’t see that Person A is hurting through the brave face she shows the world, and was too selfish to make the effort to find out what was wrong with Person A.
I’m sorry, but what the ever loving FUCK?? I don’t need that shit on my social site page. No one does. If someone has a problem with someone else, take it up with them, PRIVATELY. Honestly, at times like that, I feel like deleting my page and you know, living my life.
But then a shitstorm of drama happens and I just can NOT look away.
And do y’all enjoy the drama? There is popcorn to be had
That makes no sense, except that I wanted to use the letter “Q” in the title today. It’s a title as good as any, right? But it is not without merit. We are predictable in this here blog. Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays have predetermined themes, and Cthulhu forbid I stray from Wednesday’s theme, ever. Y’all would hunt me down like a pack of rabid coyotes and set my world on fire. Maybe. But technically that leaves three days in which to write about current events, or politics, or even….
…..maybe. Booze is a great topic but y’all don’t care much for girlie drinks, and The Blog Boss won’t be returning for a while as yet, so you’ll have to deal with frou-frou drinks until then. So the questions (Hurray for the letter “Q”!!) for today is: would y’all like to see posts on the weekends, and if so, what topics do y’all want covered?
I bet BC will chime in with some interesting topics
Look at that. It’s Friday and time for the Open Thread.
Today’s OT deals with entitlement. Specifically, that young woman who felt the need to sue her parents after storming out of her home in a huff.
I’m not a fan, as you can tell. I read an interview with her father, a former police chief, who claimed he was a very liberal parent, and only wished HIS parents had been so lenient.
Hey, Chief Barbrady, that is WHY your spawn felt the want to sue your ass.
I don’t care about this family at all. They all deserve each other. As far as I’m concerned, the parents should pay for her shit as punishment for raising such a princess, and in return, she should be forced to go to a public school in Trenton and state college.
What fitting punishment would you give them??
Yes, I am thoroughly irked.
Some days ago, a celebutard whose career had stalled came out of the closet and declared her gayness over the media, and everyone went batshit. This right after some NFL hopeful came out of his closet to embrace his sexuality. These announcements dominated headlines for days, and in places they still do. And anyone who complains about the notoriety they are receiving gets shunned as an intolerant bigoted hater.
Meanwhile, protests in Ukraine, Syria, and Venezuela are beyond bloody, and most people remain ignorant and unaware. A bus of Korean Christians on tour in the Holy Land gets bombed by a suicide jackass, and no one hears about it. A co-pilot hijacks an Ethiopian airplane causing a mad scramble by several countries’ fighter jets, because he wanted asylum. Sweet Meteor of Death is going to zoom quite close to this planet, but not close enough. And in that other world we call Inside the Beltway, Republicans know that our Prez is violating the Constitution, but acknowledged they likely have no way to stop him, so they won’t even try.
Yes, I am irked. I do not care if you are straight or gay. If you are honest with yourself about your sexuality, good for you. Be proud, and move the fuck on. It is none of my business if you are gay or straight, or asexual for that matter. It is only YOUR business.You want me to cheer for you? Give of yourself, without thought of credit. I may get shit for this but in my opinion, coming out of the closet makes you look like an attention whore. You want it to be acceptable? Then be normal about it. No need to announce it to the fucking planet.
This celebrity cult we spawned is a death cult. We are ignoring the signs of our country’s demise in favor of who wore it best, or who vacationed where, or which bitch is the tackiest housewife of Beverly Jersey. It galls me that people know more about Charlie Sheen’s porn star fiancee than they do about their own country’s fiscal death spiral.
Good Lord A’mighty.
THAT is what the American Olympians will be wearing at the opening ceremonies in Sochi. In short, the mother of all ugly sweaters paired with sweatpants and fuck ugly boots. About the only redeeming item is the turtleneck. This is the main reason I don’t wear anything by Ralph Lauren. The ostentatiousness of it leaves the taste of bitter almonds laced with battery acid in my mouth. Bad enough that the blazers he designed for the 2012 Olympics had a gargantuan Polo Pony embroidered above the right breast. Now he has to go and design possibly the worst outfit evah and still manage to emblazon his initials on the pant leg.
(Ok, I took a break while scouring the internet and found this. Maybe this is not the worst that could have been.)
Still, I do miss the certain American style that we had cultured over the years. It was understated, yet it managed to imprint what our society stands for without having to scream it like a banshee in heat.
Remember those? Lake Placid, 1980. Designed by Levi’s, who also designed the 1984 Winter Olympic team uniforms. THOSE uniforms were the embodiment of Americanism. My dad saw them and his first words were, “Huh, they look American, finally”. Yes, FINALLY. And now we rely on some “fashion designer” who is more concerned with product placement? Seriously, who paid $795 for the 2012 blazer? That blazer was the 1980′s prom dress in the Paris fashion show that was the 2012 Winter Olympics.
Honestly, we have gone from exceptional to hipstery douchebaggery. I have plaid pants that have more balls than those uniforms.
And what say y’all?
These past few weeks I have been enjoying the college bowl games. I admit sports drama is kinda fun to watch. The Aggies managed to pull off a win, and t.u. managed to screw the pooch. I cried for the Tide, and for the first time in the history of this Aggie, I am rooting for Auburn to crush that Florida team.
I admit I am not well versed in the rules of college football. But there are some things that drive me absolutely batshit about them.
I do not for the life of me understand the whole “holding” penalty. I know what it is, mind you. I just don’t understand why it’s called on sometimes but not others. I guess it just depends on the degree to which one gets held.
And WTF is the matter with excessive celebration? They just scored a freakin’ TOUCHDOWN!! If they want to dance like a bunch of squirrels on acid, that’s on them and Instagram. That should be punishment enough.
Speaking of touchdowns, the one thing that REALLY pisses me off is that whole “crossing the plane” shit. No, just NO!! You want to score a touchdown, you get your feet and the rest of your ass INSIDE the endzone. If you are going to do that plane shit, why not add the sidelines and the first down to it? Ball crosses those planes, and it should count as going out of bounds or making the first down, respectively. Don’t be selective on crossing planes. Add all planes or none at all. Quit being pussies about touchdowns. If that “crossing the plane” shit was removed, scores would go from being 48-52 to being 10-3.
Ok, I think I’m done. I know y’all will probably roll your eyes at this post and try to explain things to me, but be advised: Hubby has tried for years, and failed.
And so did Emmitt Smith
No, this post is not about urine. It’s about Photoshop™, the greatest scourge ever set loose upon the human female population.
Yesterday, my Little One asked me for a baby photo of hers to take in for her journalism class. They are working on the yearbook, and as editors they get to do a fun baby page. And I was looking forward to it until she told me she was going to “photoshop” it.
LO: I have to photoshop it.
Me: But why? The picture is perfect.
LO: No it’s not. My cheeks are too shiny and a strand of hair is sticking straight up.
Me: THAT’S WHAT MAKES IT ADORABLE!!
LO: *sighs* You just don’t understand, Mom. Every photo must be photoshopped for the yearbook.
Me: Well, that’s just silly. What is the point if every photo has to meet a standard of perfection??
Personally, I enjoy using the application on my phone. I love to change the color and add an outline and make pics black and white. But I do NOT understand the need to brush away imperfections to the point of making you look like a totally different person.
I mean, seriously?
What the ever-loving whale dong is THAT?? Madonna is 6,387 years old and everyone knows this. Why would you try to make her look 22??
I hate that women and quite a few men rely on Photoshop™. In my opinion, you are just living a lie. What say y’all??